Drifting Towards You

Li Qingqing was even more unbelievable. The unbeliever stepped forward and carefully counted the bullets on the target, but it was correct for twenty, and even the spacing between each one was exactly the same.

"This... how is this possible..."

Song Ziming obviously didn't expect it. After a few seconds of silence, he said warmly: "Mu Shao is really good at it."

Mu Beiting said indifferently: "Concession."

As he said, he retracted his gaze, reached out his hand to take the bear in the boss's arms, and stuffed it into Su Xiangwan's arms.

Su Xiangwan bends her eyes, her eyes are shining, she looks at Mu Beiting and admires: "You are so amazing, I like you so much~"

He bends his lower lip, bows slightly, and his handsome face is close to her lips: "Are there any rewards."

Su Xiangwan wrapped his neck with one hand and gave him a kiss on the cheek without any hesitation.

Partial life, Mu Beiting never refused to be honest.

When her lips were about to be printed, he turned his head and pressed his thin lips.

Su Xiangwan was slightly startled, blushing and backing two steps, giving him a fierce look through the sunglasses.

He laughed lowly, seemingly in a good mood.

Su Xiangwan turned to the boss, pointed at Mu Beiting's target and said, "Boss, can you give this to me?"

The boss hesitated and nodded, "But can you let me take a picture?"

"Yes~"

Su Xiangwan was extremely happy when the target was coming.

Holding Kumamoto in one hand and the target in the other, I just feel that today is worth it.

Song Ziming lowered his eyes slightly, his mood unclear.

When Mu Beiting and Su Xiangwan were about to leave, Song Ziming suddenly spoke with a warm voice: "Mu Shao."

Mu Beiting's eyes darkened.

Song Ziming chuckled and said, "We don't know each other, it's better to meet each other by chance, it's better to have dinner together."

Su Xiangwan twisted his eyebrows slightly.

This Song Ziming, how the ghost is not scattered.

But with Mu Beiting by her side, she was not afraid.

Mu Beiting bends the corners of his lips and slowly said, "Okay."

After Su Xiangwan got into the car with Mu Beiting, he threw the Kumamoto bear and the target in the back seat, and couldn't help but said, "How did you promise him?"

He turned the steering wheel and reversed, and said lightly: "He is not dead to you."

"But I already have a famous flower~" Su Xiangwan Wen said.

Mu Beiting bent his lower lip and glanced at her, as if he was in a good mood.

Two cars and a group of four quickly arrived at a Chinese restaurant.

The restaurant is particularly elegant and quiet, with bursts of sound of silk, bamboo, and flowing water, like a path in a bamboo forest, with winding paths leading to seclusion.

Mu Beiting held Su Xiangwan with a big hand, and Su Xiangwan looked around while whispering something to him.

Song Ziming and Li Qingqing walked behind, not rushing or slowing down, but his eyes lightly swept across the big hands between the two of them, not knowing what they were thinking about.

After seated, I ordered a meal.

After a short while, the food was delivered, all of which were exceptionally exquisite Chinese-style catering, each of which was exquisitely carved and crystal-clear, perfectly interpreting the breadth and depth of the empire’s catering culture.

Sitting at the same table with the two enemies who killed him in his previous life, Su Xiangwan did not have the resentment and anxiety he had imagined, instead he was calmer than ever.

"The food here is lighter in taste, I don't know if I am accustomed to eating it to the late seniors." Li Qingqing said softly.

The voice just fell, and he didn't wait for Su Xiangwan to speak.

Song Ziming said warmly: "I chose this place just because I like light taste late, Qingqing, you have passed."

Hearing this, Mu Beiting narrowed his eyes and said nothing.